A Woman in the Image Of
There’s a woman in town
who wears her face as a disguise.
An old age sort of mask, that’s
part of her game.
It’s a second existence, like a volcano.
She goes rushing about everywhere.
Arguing and shouting at walls.
Her surreptitious ways crackle from
her throat like an ache in your ear.
She can be sweet. Or a bloody knife.
Most days, she stands on the corner
by the county court, and howls
about lost causes, and crippled lives
that cling on like hot oil.
She’s a woman in the image of …
Written for Fandago’s One Word Challenge “surreptitiously”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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